On a Beach

I used to wonder what it would look like I used to wonder how it would feel I used to wonder how the air would be On that big, open beach I grew up around trees with no water I grew up with dirt and lost bugs I grew up with heat and sometimes rain But never grew up on a beach Who would take me to this wonderful place When would i take that journey Where would it lead me I hope to stand on a beach I joined the military at age 17 took that risk to travel didn't know where it would lead me But i hoped it was on a beach The first time i saw it i cried The first time i felt it i screamed The first time i breathed in the thin air i laughed I had finally made it on a beach I no longer wonder how it felt Nor how it looks Not even how the air feels WHY, because i finally got on that beach.